Mood of Six-day War Film More Somber Than Euphoric

May 30, 2007

Is there a middle-aged Jew alive who doesn’t remember the euphoric days of June 1967, when the caricature of the cringing, defenseless Jew was destroyed forever, when American Jews suddenly stood taller, when God finally rewarded His people for centuries of suffering, when Israel taught the Arabs a lesson they would never forget?

If the Americans or Russians had won such a war, they would have celebrated with a string of chest-thumping movies, with reckless John Wayne or his Russian counterpart leading his clean-cut soldiers to a glorious, permanent triumph.

Israelis never made such a movie, even in the immediate postwar months, and now a new documentary to mark the 40th anniversary of the Six-Day War conveys a sense of somber reflection rather than patriotic elation.

In fact there are few startling surprises for anyone who has read any of the numerous post-mortems of the war.

What the film drives home are how vast the miscalculations are by fallible statesmen, how easy it is to arouse a people to a pitch of war fervor and — as every dogface in the trenches instinctively knows — how laurel-wreathed generals fly by the seat of their pants most of the time.

Not to go overboard entirely, the opening strike by the Israeli Air Force, which gambled every available plane to wipe out the Egyptian, Jordanian and Syrian air forces, was a daring masterstroke.

Israeli troops on the ground fought bravely, intelligently and with high morale. And Israel’s political leaders, aided by considerable luck, avoided being crushed between American and Soviet Cold War confrontations.

The biggest loser, of course, was Egyptian President Gamal Abdel Nasser, who blindly believed his generals that they would “have lunch in Tel Aviv next week.” Nasse! r, who s aw himself as the imminent leader of one great pan-Arab nation, learned that once having roused the masses to a hysterical pitch, he could not reverse himself when he wanted.

The second loser, according to the documentary, was Israeli Prime Minister Levi Eshkol, a prudent and sensible politician whose hope for a diplomatic solution was foiled by the militancy of his own generals, political pressures and the people’s demand for a muscular, charismatic leader like Moshe Dayan.

As in any war, the 1967 conflict easily lends itself to an endless game of “What if?” with most of the questions aimed at the Arab side.

What if the Kremlin hadn’t convinced Nasser in mid-May of the fabrication that Israeli troops were massing at the Syrian border?

What if King Hussein of Jordan, blinded by Egyptian boasts of smashing victories, had heeded Israeli warnings to stay out of the war?

What if Nasser had not called off his planned first strike against Israel nine days before the Israelis struck first?

But there are plenty of what-ifs on the Israeli side as well.

What if then-Chief of Staff Yitzhak Rabin had listened to his mentor David Ben-Gurion, who was adamantly opposed to Rabin’s pre-emptive war plans?

What if the Israeli Cabinet, which initially split evenly on whether to go to war, had tilted slightly the other way and avoided what no less a hawk than then-Gen. Ariel Sharon described subsequently as “a war of choice”?

Yet the sense of foreboding about the aftermath of the war, expressed by Ben-Gurion and which pervades much of the film, has been largely justified by events.

The film posits that the euphoria of the victory and the defeat of Nasser turned a mainly secular conflict into an intractable religious one, and spawned a costly and divisive occupation.

Perhaps the most bitter postscript of the war comes from Yossi Sarid, a veteran left-wing politician who served in 1967 as! politic al adviser to Eshkol. One need not agree with his lacerating words, but they are worth hearing.

“So, all right, Nasser made a mistake and Hussein made a mistake,” Sarid said. “So why do we have to fall into the trap of their mistake and turn our lives into an ongoing hell? Forty years, 40 years, we have been living in an ongoing hell because of this cursed occupation.”